Upon the imperial throne in the grand hall, Zhao Qiyuan slowly rose to his feet, his face covered in a warm smile.
"I heard earlier that the spatial passage in the Demon-Locking Tower had unexpectedly been cut off. I have been deeply concerned ever since. Now that I see you have returned safely, I am greatly relieved."
"I wonder whether you have any requests in coming before the court this time? Speak freely."
Chu Sheng stood in the hall and let out a derisive laugh. "I want your head."
The moment those words fell, the smile on Zhao Qiyuan's face froze.
"Outrageous!" Wang Keji stepped forward once more, pointing at Chu Sheng as he shouted sternly.
"Chu Sheng! How dare you spout such wild nonsense? Your crime deserves ten thousand deaths!"
At last, Chu Sheng turned his gaze toward Wang Keji.
From his first visit to the Great Sheng Dynasty until now, this Old Thing had left the deepest impression on him.
No matter what happened, he was always the first to jump out.
Either he was born to argue, or he simply could not stand the sight of Chu Sheng.
"You aren't afraid of death?" Chu Sheng asked blandly.
Wang Keji straightened his back and spoke with a righteous expression.
"Since ancient times, who among men has not died? Let a loyal heart shine in the annals of history!"
"I, Wang Keji, receive the ruler's salary and serve the ruler's affairs. Even if I die by your hand today, I will still earn the name of a loyal minister. What is there to fear!"
Chu Sheng nodded.
He could tell that the Old Thing was not lying.
He truly was not afraid of death.
To put it bluntly, what he cared about most was his reputation after death.
"Then